“I am coming, Iphigenia!” she called again as she ran. She had promised her children a thousand times that she would keep them safe. She had promised, too, that Agamemnon would protect them. And now she had delivered her daughter to be slaughtered at his hands. “Please, gods!” she screamed up to the sky as she ran. “She is only a child! Please! Take me! Take me instead!”
bro i am crying
